chapter 21
Wasn’t sure I’d ever see your withered old face again.” Marcus Wellington’s neatly trimmed red beard twitched as Jeremiah shouldered past him into the house. “Hurry up and shut the door. I don’t think I was followed, but you can never be too careful.” Jeremiah glanced back once, just in case, though the numerous protection spells on the Favreau house in Yuma would’ve deterred even the most dogged stalker. That Sophie’s head of security, Marcus, answered the door himself, his brace of mage guns at his hips, spoke to the extensive measures taken to ensure the lady’s safety. “Be grateful you’re welcomed here at all. First time we met, you had my charge at knifepoint.” “It wasn’t my bright idea to hold Sophie hostage, and you know it.” He dropped his hat and heavy duster onto the foyer floo
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